Pulling away again after several moments, she embraced Charles warmly, feeling an immense swell of emotional wash over her as he wrapped his arms around her; “I know I’m the one who left and made it impossible for you to contact me, but I’ve missed you,” she admitted.
Charles laughed lightly, caressing the back of her neck and head, “I’m sure you have; now I suggest you change, unless you’d prefer that I strip you naked and we spend the rest of the day here in your cozy little apartment.”
“I’ll change,” Anne agreed readily enough, stepping away from him with a final kiss.
It was still rather early in the day, and as she changed clothes and got dressed properly in the privacy of her room, she began contemplating what they would do. Startled from her thoughts by the ringing of her cell phone, muffled though it was in her bag in the living room, Anne rushed from her bedroom as she was finishing buttoning the light summer dress she’d picked out. She caught her phone on the last ring, relieved that it was only Jessica calling.
“Hey-lo,” she answered, motioning for Charles to be quiet for a moment, “how’s it going, Jess? I’m surprised you’re up so early, figured you’d be sleeping late after last night…”
“It’s going great, just got up a little while ago actually. Anyway, wanted to check in and make sure you got home okay last night,” from the sound of her voice, Anne figured that by ‘a little while ago’, Jess probably meant 5 or 10 minutes ago, and she smiled, feeling warmed by her friend’s immediate desire to check in and make sure she was okay.
“Yeah, I got home alright,” she confirmed, casually omitting the fact that she’d only returned home a few minutes before her phone had gone off. Jessica had moved away from Washington a few years previously, and while she’d met Charles, she didn’t actually know him very well and she was something of a stranger to their relationship dynamics.
“Did he stay the night?” her friend asked, and Anne could hear the curiosity in Jessica’s voice. When she didn’t answer immediately, her friend continued, “oh my gosh he did, didn’t he? You’re crazy, Anne! Do you wanna get lunch this afternoon at Thai Orchid? You can tell me all about it…”
Charles had made himself comfortable in the armchair, and although he couldn’t make out what she was saying, he could hear Jessica’s excited voice over the phone. Anne had to stifle a giggle as he made a ridiculous face, imitating her friend and using his hand to indicate her yakking away at the mouth.
In response to her friend’s querying statement about Charles staying the night, Anne was swift to answer, “No! He didn’t stay the night, Jess.” And technically it was true; she felt a small grin tug at the corner of her mouth even as she felt a twinge of guilt for playing word games with one of her best friends, “I can’t make it to get lunch, though. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Oh really? Why not?” there was a tone of obvious suspicion to her voice, and Anne had to withhold a groan as she realized that her charade wasn’t going to last 5 minutes once she and Jessica actually saw one another again. “He’s still there, isn’t he?” she practically crowed with triumph, sensing immediately that she was hot on the right trail.
“No,” Anne felt a hot blush flare across her cheeks as she continued to deny her friend’s statement, “alright fine, maybe he is; I can’t make it today though.”
She could hear Jessica cackling triumphantly in the background, and Charles motioned for her to conclude her phone call and hang up, though he looked immensely amused.
“Well are you gonna pick up your car today?” she finally asked.
“Oh, shoot,” picking up her car had completely slipped her mind, but glancing over at Charles, Anne had a feeling she wasn’t going to need her car that day, “I don’t think so. Probably tomorrow, I’ll let you know.”
“I knew it,” Jessica laughed a moment longer, enjoying her triumph, and then said at length, “alright, let me know when you’re ready to pick up your car; and I expect you to come clean with all the details the next time we get lunch.”
“No details to share,” Anne insisted as she responded, “But we’ll talk, I promise; I’ll let you know when I can pick up my car.”
Without further ado their phone-call ended and Anne let her phone fall back into her handbag, leaving it on the couch with Charles’ jacket. He still sat watching her, an amused look on his face, and he gestured for her to come closer to him. Her hips swayed as she closed the small distance between them, and Charles took hold of her, running his hands over her waist and hips to slide over the curve of her ass.
“Very nice,” he complimented her, standing from his seat to draw her against the length of his body, “now tell me, lover mine; what do you wish to do today?”
“Well,” she bit her lip indecisively, looking up at him, “it’s shaping up to be a pretty nice day; we could get lunch at one of the Oceanside cafes,” she suggested. “Maybe spent some time on the beach; what would you like to do?”
With their plans reasonably settled, she fetched a pair of comfortable sandals and a light jacket from the closet in her room before rejoining Charles in the living room. He’d been looking around at the bookshelves she’d set up, and he’d been mildly surprised to see that she didn’t have a single picture of them out. Then from the corner of his eye he’d spied the edge of a frame that he recognized, tucked sideways on the top shelf of one of her bookcases.
Pulling it out, he felt a sense of great satisfaction looking at the keepsake he’d given her; an exceptional portrait of them together in an elegant, silver filigree frame. It had been his gift to her on their first anniversary, and on the back of the frame he’d had their names engraved in a delicate, flowing script. ‘Wherever life may lead us, you will remain forever in my heart,’ the words were engraved along the bottom edge of the frame, and he sighed as he replaced it.
Anne watched him replace the frame before making it known that she’d returned, “You always were more of a hopeless romantic than you let on.” He turned, flashing a somewhat bittersweet smile in response to her light teasing, and she crossed over to him, reaching out to pull out the picture again, “It’s usually down here on the coffee table, actually. I just… was trying to keep a clear head, sort through some things…”
“It’s alright,” he took it from her hands, setting it aside; “you don’t have to justify anything, Anne. What I wrote on that frame is as true today as it was then.”
What she’d done had hurt him, though, and she leaned up to kiss him tenderly as she stroked the side of his face lovingly. “I really have missed you,” she repeated earnestly between kisses, “I’m glad we ran into each other at the club, I’m glad Jessica invited me along.”
“Ah yes,” he smiled, more relaxed this time, “I had almost forgotten your little libertine of a friend is to thank for our most serendipitous reunion.”
With any lingering sense of awkwardness dispelled, the two went exited her apartment in tandem, with Anne locking it up firmly behind them. With heavy traffic along the way, the drive to the coast took nearly an hour but Charles kept his hands to himself this time, and after selecting a nice Italian restaurant along the beachfront it took another forty minutes for them to be seated.
Neither of them minded the wait, though; they’d both eaten well at the hotel before leaving for her apartment, and they passed the time walking along the beach near the restaurant, talking quietly to one another. “It’s a long way from Washington,” she commented with a light laugh as they walked through the soft, warm sand.
“Indeed it is,” he answered, an image of her illuminated against the slate-gray sky of their native, rocky coastline suddenly drawn to mind. She’d been wrapped in one of her warmer wool coats, it’d been February after all, with her hair windswept by the salty sea air, her lips and cheeks reddened by the cold. For the difference in atmosphere and environment, the beaches of Washington State and those of southern California might as well have been on different planets.
“It’s funny, but I miss our beaches,” she lo
oked to Charles as she spoke, remembering their many trips to the various isolated, sublimely empty and private beaches of her home state. “I even miss the rain; it’s barely rained since I came here.”
Catching hold of her, he drew her back into his arms, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. When he drew away, there was a light, loving expression in his dark eyes, “you don’t have to decide now, but think about coming home with me Anne.”
***
After lunch, they spent most of the afternoon and evening on the beach, despite the crowds of people scattered throughout the area, and as Anne watched the sun sink slowly toward the horizon, Charles watched the red and gold light illuminate her hair in gorgeous, fiery shades. It reflected in her eyes as well, mirroring the happiness she exuded as they finally made their way off the beach.
“Shall we go somewhere for dinner?” he offered, but she shook her head, tucking her arm through his warmly and laying her head on his shoulder as they walked back toward the car.
“Let’s go back to my place,” she suggested, “I can make us something for dinner; I’ve got plenty of ingredients in the fridge.”
“Mmhm, that sounds acceptable,” he agreed readily enough, “and if that doesn’t work, I’ll just have you instead.”
He paused at the car, turning Anne and pulling her into his arms warmly as he leaned her back and kissed her long and sensually, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth and trailing over her teeth. It had been a long day together, a wonderful day beneath the summer sun, and he’d resisted the urge to kiss her senseless on the beach since there were so many children around and since kissing her was liable to lead swiftly to more explicitly carnal acts.
“You have such power over me, Anne,” he ran his hands down her arms, from her shoulders to wrists and back again before reaching down and taking hold of her hand, “do you remember how wild you drive me?” He held her pressed close to the side of the car; their bodies nearly melded together, and pressed her hand gently over the firm, swollen length of his erection.
“I know,” she responded softly with a wicked smile tugging at the corner of her lips, continuing to hold his length through the fabric of his pants even after he released her hand, and as she leaned up to kiss him she caressed the shaft of his cock discreetly, teasing him in return.
“Careful,” he growled in the shell of her ear, his breath hot as he nipped her delicate flesh lightly between his teeth, “this isn’t the most suitable place to bend you over and fuck you senseless, but if you persist with that I might change my mind.”
Heeding his warning, she raised an eyebrow, intensifying her stroking for a moment as she leaned up to lay another smoldering kiss on his lips, even growing slightly aggressive, before withdrawing suddenly and completely.
“Can you drive?” she asked him cheekily, leaning back on the heels of her feet.
Charles’ eyes roved of her, dark and lusty with desire, his black hair tousled atop his head from her hands running through it, but after giving her another kiss he released her and nodded. “Climb in,” he unlocked the car and opened her door for her, closing it behind her before striding swiftly around to the driver’s side.
The sun had set fully by the time they arrived back at her apartment, and after shedding his jacket and shoes, Charles followed Anne back to her kitchen. It wasn’t large, especially with his tall frame, but he didn’t crowd the space too badly, and he leaned casually against the counter as she opened the fridge and presented their diner options to him.
“I was planning on making soup this weekend, so I’ve got the stock and everything for it; but I’ve also got deli meat, whole grain and white bread, eggs, some frozen pizza and a bunch of fruit for ice cream sundaes.”
“I see someone isn’t worried about her figure,” he teased, “go ahead, make your soup because you’re not feeding me a sandwich for dinner. I’ll need something more substantial than that for the events I’ve planned for tonight.” His hands wrapped warmly around her waist as he spoke, and he leaned down, brushing the hair aside to kiss her gently on the back of her neck.
A thrill of excitement ran down her spine as he spoke, the warmth of his breath spreading over her skin and the contact of his lips against her neck electric. The arousal he’d stoked that morning as they drove from the hotel to her apartment had never fully abated and she felt it begin to throb anew, a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach extending to the apex of her thighs.
It didn’t take long for her to begin preparing dinner, and knowing from years of experience that she preferred to do things her own way in her kitchen, Charles satisfied himself for the most part with watching her cook. “I’ve missed watching you do this,” he commented, his eyes gazing over her as she peeled, diced and chopped smoothly and gracefully.
“Yes,” she smiled, looking at him warmly from over her shoulder, “everything tastes better when someone else makes it, doesn’t it?” she teased.
“Everything tastes better when you make it with love,” he corrected her, watching as her nimble, elegant fingers move as she worked. Approaching her slowly from behind, he caressed her gently, massaging her shoulders lightly at first; and Anne sighed in pleasure as her muscles relaxed, pausing temporarily in prepping the vegetables for the soup.
When she stopped working, though, Charles immediately withdrew his hands from her, and a knowing smile spread across Anne’s lips as she caught on.
“Playing games tonight, are you?” she tilted her head back, glancing over her shoulder at him, and he reached up to caress her pale throat, taking hold of her jaw as he rewarded her with a brief kiss before turning her back to face the counter and the cutting board.
“Now be careful, my dear,” he leaned down to whisper softly in her ear, his breath stirring her hair lightly, soft and hot against the sensitive skin of her ear and neck, “but continue with your task.”
When she resumed preparing the vegetables, his hands slid back over her shoulders an down over the tops of her arms before sliding to her torso. First he stroked her sides, and she trembled so strongly in reaction to the warmth of his hands through the thin fabric of her dress that she had to work very slowly and carefully with the knife.
“Good girl,” he whispered it softly in her ear, and one hand slid around the front of her dress, caressing her abdomen and then reaching higher toward her soft, full breasts. His other hand slid lower along her side, gripping her more forcefully by the hip and holding her as he pressed himself close against her from behind, close enough for her to feel his aching erection through the fabric of their clothes.
“Charles,” she gasped as she felt her panties become soaked with the rush of hot fluid from her core; he knew precisely how to drive her wild, and his touch was unrelenting. With trembling fingers, she deposited the vegetables into the simmering soup stock, unable to resist the urge to simultaneously press back lightly, rubbing the curve of her ass against his erection.
“Ah, ah,” he groaned, unbuttoning the top three buttons of her dress to reveal her breasts, “what else do you need to add to your soup?”
“Salt, pepper and a few spices,” she answered automatically, reaching over for the spice blend she already had out, “and noodles in twenty minutes.”
By the time Anne had finished spicing the soup, Charles had unbuttoned her dress to the waist, removed her bra to free her breasts to his view and caress, and was sliding the hem of her skirt up an inch at a time as his fingers danced over her thighs, teasing and arousing her.
“Don’t turn around,” he ordered her, reprimanding her with a light swat on her exposed thigh when she tried to turn to face him, “stay as you are and bend over the counter slightly.”
For a moment he took his hands off her, and Anne was about to turn to look at him when she heard the metal clicking of his belt being unfastened, followed by the zipper of his pants. Arousal, hot and heady, coursed through her, and she felt her pussy throb hard, already slick and ready to receive his swollen erection.
&nb
sp; “Don’t move,” he instructed her, and she felt her thighs tremble in anticipation as his hands slid back over her hips, reaching down to lift the hem of her dress. Flipping her skirt up over her hips, he took his time in running his hands over her. Starting at the backs of her knees, he trailed his hands up the back of her thighs to her ass, clad in the black lace of her panties.
“Leave them on,” he instructed her, sliding them down her thighs; and then she was revealed to him, bent of her kitchen counter wantonly with the curves of her ass and her dripping pussy on display before the eyes of her lover.
“Charles,” she gasped when she felt him grip her by the hip, lining the head of his cock up with her slick entrance and sliding into her in a single smooth, hard stroke.
“Ooh yes,” he groaned as he felt her hot, velveteen pussy contract tightly around the length of his cock, his girth stretching her wide as he slid in completely. All day his cock had barely been soft, continually aroused by her and desirous of claiming her again. “God yes,” he groaned, a stream of vulgarities falling from his lips, “oh Anne, you’re so fucking good; you were made for me, Anne, made to receive my fucking cock in your tight little pussy.”
Bound to be Punished: Part II (Bound to be Punished Series) Page 2